33 Hangover - He Can Be His Own PSA [Action | Where you are!]

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[The Captain forgot to refill his random assortment of deadly pills sleep cocktail at work and now he had nothing to help him sleep. Still, enough alcohol should do the trick, right? Right

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[After a long day on the beat, Officer McCann here is not happy to see a nekkid!Cap on his couch.]

Cap. CAP!

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What?! What!

☠☠☠☠... Doc...

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Cap.

Where are your pants.

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Where are... your pants...

...what?

Why are you in my house?

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Cap, this is MY house. An' you are one lucky drunk that Ai didn't find ya first,'r ya wouldla been lit on fire hours ago. Geez, I should just haul yer ass inta tha drunk tank.

[As if Mayfield had one.]

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☠☠☠☠ you Doc... I'm not afraid of no eyes...

You're not the boss of me.

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When ya break inta my house pantless, I am pretty freakin' sure I am.

[Have an old coat suddenly tossed at you. It's Scout's so it'll be small on Captain, but it's better than nothing.]

Now get outta here an' go home before I am forced to escort ya.

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[Put's on the coat... like a coat... and ends up getting stuck.

Yeah, that doesn't fix the pants problem at all.]

☠☠☠☠... what did you do to my coat?

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[Insert facepalm here]

It's mine, chucklenuts. Never mind.

[Suddenly, there's a towel being cinched around Cap's waist - with the coat still on him. And now he's being lead by the shoulders to the door.]

So long 'n' good night, Rummy.

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Good night Doc... thanks for the coat... it's a good coat...

☠☠☠☠ weird kilt though...

[He's going amiably now. His mood changed pretty quick.]

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[That gets Scout to laugh, actually.]

Whatever, Rummy. Enjoy, it's yers now.

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Thanks man!

[Seems happy. Stumbling away with his ridiculous outfit. Probably to terrorize someone else.]